Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.